English poem
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by Charles Lamb
"O I perish of cold these bitter sharp nights, The damp like an ague ferrets; The ice and the frost hath shot into the bone; And I care not greatly to sleep alone O! nights--for the fear of Spirits."
English poem
by Charles Lamb
"O I perish of cold these bitter sharp nights, The damp like an ague ferrets; The ice and the frost hath shot into the bone; And I care not greatly to sleep alone O! nights--for the fear of Spirits."